sitting on dog shit and calling it:
a handerchief and: that one time when he
recalled watching the national team do
the football with his divergence
friends of youth: a nickname
he used: even though none of them
were to be bound to prison shackles:
ZIBI: zobrzicki (3 results) -
a "thong" / or a "thing" about biting
the pretz(els) or the fingernails...
when there was a "we" and a "one";
otherwise the thesis mantra
of communist symphacy in the:
VEST... boris bullet dodger types:
you ceylon bush monkey 'es 'ays 'o?!
fucking fuck and all fuck ends of wit...
i was never born drunk:
but i hope to god i die a drunk...
(a) i'm shitting turd after turd with
accents of blood...
do i mind?
no... i think i'm casually caressing
an agitated Sloan mollusk:
in cockney rhyme: i'm free!
there's no association...
you can't exactly attack a man:
when he hasn't made a video...
i might be easy target...
had i made a video...
but reading: let's look at reality...
i'll write my quasi-intellectual escapade...
and... i'm pretty daft....
but... the way i see it...
there's no writing patent...
and both sides are "curious"...
there's an investement that's a required reading...
"freedom of speech": wow!
that almost sounds as good as
radiohead's karma police...
thought police:
radiohead really had a "bad thing"
happens to thems
when it came to ambient soundtracks
and normie savvy and otherwise...
and the police "gag-police"...
like: it's now not a crime to
eat a hard-boiled egg whole...
because this was never
a storming of the Palace of Buckingham!
was it?! pleb'oh sort are:
neither vermin nor quiet the money-generating
mummified monkeys...
i'll piss blood i'll volcano blood
with my shit in its diarhoea form...
radiohead will not become a welcome
return visit to an otherwise
pink floyd evening... because...
i spew i will not pervert-my-thinking:
i will not make this an oxford st. futurist
fuck up....
i only decided to make kiss-kiss
with karma-police...
because it sounded cute in
the voice
of someone with "the edge" of someone
with pale skin, ginger pubes,
and a foreskin...
if i missed, "missed" the mark...
then forget i would ever mention
cam-girls and all those
prosthetic limbs with high-attention
spans wishing to pretend mannequins
and in the light of the african in
europe... those...
what do "they" call them?
tired burning tire boys?
i hear them alt-right...
and i "wonder": why haven't i "yet" made
a video? em... eh...
i like my freedom, my "freedom"...
my "speech":
the only time i will actually
have a freedom of speech is when i'll write...
and... guess what: kind reader...
you just did a world record:
of a pole-vaulter extending the middle-finger...
"this is where, the penguins' beak bends,
this is where, granny carries her purse"
(władysław kozakiewicz) -
fucking philastines...
anything beside bobby robson and it's:
anti-integration "friendly"...
weirdo the fuck out: if you like mon amie...
darts! and snooker!
it's not about ski-jumping or athletics!
it's about pub sports! darts!
ugh! hulk entry!
paranoia music and the usual bullshit...
requiring the statement of:
so this it feels like not being the crucible or at it...
when it comes to the stereotype of
not being the bellybutton of the world?
when... having to close the entity of the empire...
return to Angevin roots...
of having to return to a "nation"...
the empire was built by england,
scotlad... wales... "ireland"...
fuck me! yes... after an empire...
it's very fucking 'ard...
to find a "nation"... isn't it...
with cousin sam... supposedly telling all
others to speak english:
and you, barely speaking any spanish, right?
ok ok... you tried...
you failed... the south american continent
is not really a crux of vox when it comes
to people speaking spanish...
if it was or wasn't...
why are the south and central americans
treated as hispanics...
but... the north americans...
are not treated akin to
anglican-associated?
something loose... something bazar-esque...
some self-aware paranoia riddled...
they're hispanic to the "brits"...
but how is someone integrating
into british society not look at the north
americans as: third limb amputee superior...
if not giving them a degradating term...
north anglican? what do you think?
high economy of opinions and ideas...
but back "east"...
the: hispanic... well then! bravo!
the ingles! butt-joke: ola "le" ingles!
pertaining to the spanish...
riddle me this one... why are argentinians
argentinians in the english speaking world...
but the h'americans have to be their
contitution and ammendments
and the red coats... and the spanish
can just... have their real madrid?
the h'americans are...
em... mongrel brits? and i am the "invading" kind...
look! before me... the altar of genghis khan!
the sort-of-english:
i'm sure... the hard-on came with
the circumcisions...
if these people are pseudo-spanish...
then these people talking about
the pseudo-spanish are... themselves...
pseudo-english... then...
mongrels talk shit to mongrels:
pseudo-spanish are what requires
a pseudo-english to assume a "heritage"...
mongrels always bark the loudest...
besides... pedigree does what
h'american police does best:
bite first, bark later...
i'm just come back from the Judas convention
at the summit in Siberia: nicknamed:
the Pontius Pilate ammendment...
and they are the "hispanics" and "you're"
somehow not the... quasi-inglés?
oh but i do love a volacono of diarhhoe,
some the clash: rock the casbah...
william burroughs' anal in tangiers...
before islam was what it now currently
wasn't supposed to be...
all i know...
you're waiting for death when
you regurgitate what you've eaten with blood...
when you start shitting something in
between half digestions and sugar
puffs and some blood
like you just agitated a haemorrhoid
while exercising too much effort in treating
a roll of toilet paper like a napkin
before kissing the queen on the lips...
for an Ham'drew... or the Achilles' name via
Wilhelm...
first world war...
what?! the first war of properly stated incest?!
family friendly and when i'm to
be shamed, next...
my my... fuck me!
wasn't that one bit and another proper spree?!
spree?!
Joseph McCann -
i hardly think you're a pedohpile...
armed with a grenade's worth of cocaine...
a bottle of vodka...
and a rage-blidness...
it usually takes a Rotherham dozen...
20 or so years...
these people do exist: no point hiding behind
the niqab of Ramunzel's hair...
solo pilots do it best...
and who doesn't do it best?
work ethic with a false past...
besides: i like this new trench network of "supposes"
and "cara funny"...
but what if the man is already mad?
what can you possibly take away from "him":
if there's a "him" to never begin with?
not much... or at least:
there's always something new i am willing
to learn...
no i do admire...
the fact that it took Joseph McCann less than a week,
or however much...
to wreck as much damage as it would
take the twelve Pakistani disciples take over
a period of 20 years...
harold shipman in switzerland in
the dignitas clinic... really?
no... staging a survival gimmick of starting
a family... my great-grandmother died on her way
to the toilet... not everyone is given the lottery ticket
of dying on a hospital bed with their loved onces
surrounding them... what fucking disney movie did these
'keeping up appearences" people get their hard-on from?
like i said: i don't mind nihilim...
i don't mind the 19th century intellectual intellectual precuror
"epidemic"...
i'm not of the germanic people...
when i'm shoved darwinism to the point
of treating history as a historiology...
when there's the ape, the homo sapiens,
the homo similis...
when there's only one genesis: africa...
and there's no stop-over in India where
we learned phonetic encoding and explored
spices... i'm fucking bothered...
nihilism is only for people who mind other people
using their foreskin on their own...
some schwarzenegger (schwarz... black... negger...
arnold niggernigger) autopsy hulk...
steroid condom of bulk...
no... what really bothers me:
is... fatalism... i'm alive...
but i'm alone prone to shit while encouraging
some spew of blood...
the nihilism i don't mind:
it's not like there was a recovery mission
for that sort of crap...
the rich are abashful about their encounters...
the poor are likewise...
we now face no beyond, no beyond a "good"
and no beyond an "evil"...
there's only a "within" a living...
and there's only "without" a dead...
savvy? i always treated nietzsche as a quasi-intellectual...
just as i treat myself: best chances of missing
the vogue... but why is it that don't make videos,
or speek... i too am exercising this holy grail
of the "freedom of speech"... but i don't speak...
i write... i like the notion of a "delay"...
i like the notion of a freedom of thought...
writing? that's neither thinking nor speaking...
is it? last time i checked...
i, Descartes, said: "said" -
res cogitans - thinking thing...
writing? res extensa - extended thing...
this is my medium...
but who the hell said i want to entertain res vox?
the thing that speaks and only speaks
and can't shut up?
why... i thought a delay was in order...
some people obviously want to bypass my exercise of
a freedom not yet founded: as solely expressed via
(it) being written... it being thought...
somehow transcripts! what was said has to be written down!
no... i thought this: i wrote this...
i leave everyone and anyone within their own wasted capacity
to either: read it, or not read it!
this doesn't have to be spoken!
imagine it as... ⠎⠑⠑? ⠎⠑⠑ ⠺⠓⠁⠞?
⠎⠥⠗⠙ "⠓" ⠊⠝ ⠛⠗⠁⠋⠋⠊⠞⠊ (colon)
⠺⠁⠞ (or): the "f" in ⠛⠗⠁⠋(F)⠊⠞⠊(⠦⠖)
i see: and i'm now about to say
the holy of holy's:
yes... you wish it was in braille...
your stormtroopers don't read enough...
niche audience does and waits...
it likes cinema and the cameo...
and why is it that i will not
make a video and record my own voice?
whenever i venture to a turkish barbers'...
i close my eyes when he trims my hair and beard...
i shatter the mirror like a vampire.